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The Things We Bargain
02:45
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Serendipitous night, my lucky stars brought me to you.
Congruent is the vibe, in the current of time, no reserve.
To heaven and fate resigned, bear these afflictions with a patient mind.
Innocently stirred is what you tell yourself every time.
Someday we'll all be a distant memory.
Preserved by the ones we stake our lives and our worth.
A fair appraisal of the situation could only yield truth.
Hidden behind the things that we bargain.
Someday we'll all be a distant memory.
Someday we'll all be a distant memory.
Beneath the masks we wear, the things we trade to cope with grief.
A canvas painted by what have seen, distant reverie.
Time is our cruelest ally, be it a healer and creditor.
Intricate by design, simplicity is sophistication.
Someday we'll all be a distant memory.
Preserved by the ones we stake our lives and our worth.
A fair appraisal of the situation could only yield truth.
Hidden behind the things that we bargain.
Someday we'll all be a distant memory.
Someday we'll all be a distant memory.
Has it ever struck you
That life is all memory
Except the present moment
That goes by you so quickly
You hardly catch it going past.
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2. |
Through This Door
02:56
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I can't see the stars on this night.
The moon it hides.
You can rearrange the furniture, but the memories remain.
They're all gone, they've all gone away.
Through this door, we relate.
It's been so long since you passed away.
I forgot the way you smile.
Although material, we are beads.
Decorated along space and time.
They've never gone, they've never gone away.
Through this door, we relate.
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3. |
You Woke Up
06:38
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You woke up, found God, found out everything was just a thought.
You were everyone on a cosmic plane.
All those around think that you're insane.
But the light you share brings solice and peace.
Aura around you, the colors you breathe.
You woke up, had an epiphany.
Couldn't differentiate yourself from a tree.
You were everyone on a cosmic plane.
Now you must find what it means to be separate again.
This path you must walk alone.
To reclaim that feeling of home.
You found out what it means to be.
Connected, open, and free.
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Riptide Seattle, Washington
I have been writing & recording this project since the salad days of youth from the depths of my heart to yours.
I hope you enjoy.
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